Woke up to My Enemy… Acting Like My BoyfriendWhen I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford.
Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry."
I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes.
"Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago."
"Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life."
"Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart."
Confusion is written all over my face.
I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?